Psycho Shifters (Cruel Shifterverse, #1)

by Jasmine Mas

“Sun god, you bless us. Turn half the lake black for an alpha’s beast, turn a quarter of the lake purple for a beta’s strength, and turn the river’s edge yellow for an omega’s seed.”

My blood sprayed the snowy banks. However, one drop kissed the surface of the silver lake. The lake turned black—every single drop. Midnight black, soulless black. Alpha black.

The man had dark skin. Long braids hung to his biceps, and hundreds of chains and gold trinkets dangled from them. The chains twinkled in the icy wind and blew around his waist. He also had bars of gold through his ears, and a gold nose ring decorated his wide nose. As far as I knew, shifters didn’t wear piercings, because the extreme temperatures would weld them to our skin. This absolute mammoth of a man looked fine. I was kind of jealous; the piercings were pretty. High cheekbones, plush lips, and stunning gray eyes completed the handsome picture.